something's wrong when you start shelling out mulahs for people you've just met
There's no escaping Krawi at 2:16 AM1. Ms. B** tells me to treat Mr. O and Mr. B to lunch after our site inspection on Monday - the last requirement left for us to secure a very important permit, which in turn waives the very huge penalty for - surprise,surprise - late submission of documents. (Translation: Give them what they want so they could give us what we want)
2. J*** waits for me at the carpark as I was running darn late for a meeting with a high-ranking town crocodi--er-- official. For some head smacking-worthy reason, I let the poor driver wait because I just HAD TO BUY MR. OFFICIAL THE FREAKING MUNCHKINS.
3. Down at one of the province's BIR offices, I try to seek refuge from the green folders I am holding for fear that Ate R may see me. I walk past the woman in question thinking, "Next time ra jud te kay wala koy dala karon." Success (guilt sweats forming at my temples)!
4. I've been prodding Ma'am A to exempt us from the waiting list (that takes forever!) and expedite our documents in the fastest possible way she can. And I feel bad because I haven't given her anything at all!
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